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“I’m glad you’re here, Madds. It feels like home.”
It never fails, Briggs always knows exactly what to say to make me melt and become putty in his hands. Instead of answering, I sit up then climb into his lap, settling against him. I lean close, my nipples brushing against his chest as I gently press my lips to his. His hands slide up my ass, to my back as he presses me further against him.
“Me too,” I whisper, pulling back.
Right now, I don't want to talk. I don't want to think about the secret that could tear us apart. I don’t want to feel the anxiousness in my stomach at the thought of losing him.
It was supposed to be a fling, one weekend and we go our separate ways, and now… it’s so much more.
I know without a doubt, I’m falling in love with Briggs Wilson, and there is nothing I could do to stop it.
All I want to do is lose myself in him, and tomorrow, that’s when I’ll tell him. I’ll come clean and pray that he won't hate me, and that he'll stay.
My kiss becomes more frantic, more desperate, and he pulls his lips from mine and looks at me.
He drops to my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I arch into him, threading my hands through his hair. The feel of his tongue as he lavishes the tight peak of my nipple is incredible.
“Briggs,” I moan out loud. My hips writhe in his lap with each pull of my nipple. “I can’t wait, I need you,” I plead.
Right now, I need him inside me. I rise on my knees and reach down under the water, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, then place my hands on his shoulders as his hands fly to my waist.
Slowly, I sink down on him, inch by inch, until he fills me completely. He drops his forehead against my chest, groaning when he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re going to kill me.”
I don’t answer, only swivel my hips and begin riding him. Slow and deep, I rock against him. The water of the tub sloshes against the side as I take him even deeper. Together, we groan in unison.
Briggs’s hands on my hips guide me up and down on his cock, at a torturously slow pace, all while he kisses me everywhere his lips can reach. My nipples, the soft underside of my breast, my collarbone, a fiery path up my neck as he nips at my earlobes.
All of the small touches are what set me on fire.
The languid pace of our lovemaking, combined with the way my clit grinds against his pubic bone with each swivel of my hips, has me wound as tightly as I can possibly go.
I feel the orgasm inside of me cresting. Building and building.
Blinded by pleasure, overcome by the fire flaming inside of me, my movements become frantic, desperate to feel the connection with Briggs, to feel him come inside me, marking me as his.
When he reaches below the water and rubs his thumb against my clit, while tugging at my overly sensitive nipple, I explode.
My head flies back as I cry out. I squeeze my eyes shut as fireworks erupt behind my lids, my body tightening as pleasure vibrates inside me. I feel weightless, euphoric, as my orgasm powers on. Seconds later, I hear Briggs groan, deep and throaty, before thrusting up and letting go.
His hips piston slowly as he comes, hot cum flooding inside me, coating my insides, and it only seems to amplify the crest of my pleasure.
After the room comes back into view, and my heart rate slows, I open my eyes and find Briggs watching me with a small smile.
He feels it too. This wasn’t just sex.
Briggs and I made love, and no matter what happens tomorrow, I’ll never forget this moment. Leaning forward, I place my head on his shoulder as his arms wrap around my body, holding me against him tightly. We stay like that until the water goes cold, holding onto each other. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, counting each one, and praying that I can save us before it’s too late.
